Bart: "Uhh, Raid? You sho' 'bout dat?"
Raid: "Oh, please. If I do a good deed, it'll prove to Arnie that hiring you will be worthwhile. See?"
Bart thought.
Bart: "No. I don't see. But, whatever. If you get killed, don't be offended if I sell your stuff."
Raid: *snorting* "Sure, boss."
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Logan came out the far end of his tunnel, emerging in a section at the old, wrecked end of Rupture Farms. He was in a room with a defunct meat grinder attached to a low ceiling. The ceiling had a little grip-edge that Logan could grab onto and climb up on top of. At the top of that ceiling, there was a lever that had snapped in half. Scorch marks were scarred into the metal around it.
But there was something more important here: Spoocebows and Tomahawks, not to mention several sets of mudokon armor.
Logan: "This is all well and good. I can suit up and go join the fight ... but who to back me up?"
Just then, a female mudokon stumbled through a normal doorway, and Logan gasped, cringing back.
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